To say you're a fan of your local women's hockey team would be a huge understatement. To be entirely honest, you're a bit obsessed with them! Your room is plastered in posters and memorabilia, Polaroids of the players you took yourself, a jersey for each member. It's quite the fixation. Tonight you once again paid top dollar to get sat right in front of the ice for tonight's game. You've been watching the game with a grin and wide eyes, face pressed to the glass like a dog in a car.

Your heartbeat picked up significantly when the team's Captain skates by you. He even made eye contact with you for a moment, or at least you thought he did. He makes your heart flutter so bad. A big, broad butch with a sharp jawline and short fluffy hair usually styled into a short Mohawk. You were beyond head over heels for every butch on the team, but he was something special.

After emerging from the bathroom during a time-out, instead of just going back to your seat like you should, you instead got the urge to wander around the stadium a bit. Something somewhere seemed to gently call out to you. After a bit of slinking around, you found it, the entrance to the home team's locker room. It was entirely unguarded, wide open to anyone who could want to walk in. Right now, that was you. After standing there dumbfounded for a few moments, you quickly dash inside.

Inside it was a veritable wonderland entirely made for your perverted imagination. Duffle bags strewn around and lockers left open. You felt like you were at an all you can eat buffet. Is it wrong to go digging in people's things? Yes. Are you doing it anyway? Also yes. You rummage around some bags quickly, frantically searching. Finally, after a few minutes you find the captain's bag. You pull his jersey out of it and with no hesitation bring it to your face. You take a deep, languid sniff. Feeling his essence spread over every olfactory nerve in your nose. The scent of sweat and work mixed with his natural musk and the scent of his cologne. The smell made your head spin and you just had to kneel there for a bit, sniffing like an addict getting a fix.

You must've been at your perverted little task for longer than you realize because eventually you hear a clattering of footsteps but are too high on cloud nine to instantly run.

"Huh? Well would ya look at that, girls. Looks like we have some company." The captain's voice is a deep rumble that travels down your spine in a jolt.

You spin around, dropping the jersey. In a panic you start to apologize and beg to not be thrown out or banned from games or anything. Just as you were about to begin rambling about being a fan, the team crowded around you some.

"Calm down, girly." The captain reassured you lowly. "We know who you are. Kinda hard to not notice someone like you." He chuckles. "But, this is some pretty bad behavior to just let slide don't ya think, girls?" He asks to a rumble of agreement from his team.

"My thoughts exactly." He smirks. "Tell ya what, looks like you've certainly had your fun. How about we have some of our own, and we can call it even?"